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This may sound egotistical. From my perspective, I’m the
most important person in the world. That’s the way it should be. I have to take
care of myself. One way or another. Because if I don’t, there’s no guarantee
that others will do it for me. Meanwhile, I have no qualms about taking care of
others. But if I don’t take care of myself, I’m likely to be in no position to care
for others. Therefore, I put myself first and foremost. I encourage others to do
much the same. Yes, it’s an individual approach
to life. Of course, some are incapable of caring for themselves. They need
help. Which society is capable of providing. Face it. Truth be told. I like and
respect me. But I can’t force others to.
Fortunately, some do. But others don’t. Incidentally, the people I like most
are the ones that like and respect themselves.
And they aren’t necessarily egotistical about it. It’s simply a
practical and productive way to the good life.
--Jim
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My Italian amore, Cristina, is virtually as important as me.
At least in my little world. Because she’s my one and only true love. I accept
her. Unconditionally. That’s a requirement of true love. Not easily attained.
My best guess is that most relationships are conditional. If pushed to the
extreme. Anyway, I try to take good and loving care of Cristina. And that’s
best achieved. When I also take good care of myself. Physically. Mentally.
Emotionally. That makes me a reasonably good lover. --Jim
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I wonder what it means. To take care of one’s self. Depends
upon the individual, I suppose. For me, it means being happy. And in love. With
life. And with someone other than myself.
Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it?
No doubt about it. I’m in love. But I need reminders. And I have them.
Every day. In my Italian amore, Cristina. And my cat, Loverboy. And in just
being alive. In vibrant ways. It helps. That I am able to write. And to muse.
About the wonders of life. About being truly alive. And going to breakfast. This morning. With
dear friends. No doubt. I have problems. Mental. Emotional. Physical. Like
everyone else. But I love to cope. With life’s daily challenges. Hardly ever do I go to bed. In anything other
than a happy frame of mind. Amazing, too. I wake up happy. Yes, I’m off to a
good start. Knowing there’s a good finish ahead. Tonight. When I fall
asleep. Drifting into sweet and pleasant
dreams. --Jim
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Coping. Coping. Coping. I always find ways to cope. That's a fun part of life. The ability to adjust. To make the best of every situation. Always. Always. There's a blessing. Hidden beneath the surface. It's merely a matter of looking. --Jim
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Give me your take, Andy, on what happens after death. If anything. And don't hesitate to muse on any other subject. I'm a good listener. --Jim
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I’m spiritual. Not religious That’s where you and I diverge,
Andy. Which is all right. To each his own. One isn’t required to follow the
dictates of a particular religion. In order to advance to the idyllic
afterlife. Even atheists qualify. That’s by grand design. Everyone is entitled
to believe whatever they want to believe. Individual choice. I choose to steer
clear of organized religions. I call myself a spiritual free-thinker. I believe in the spirit. Not
in religions. I am dedicated to becoming a spirit. Free to roam the cosmos (all
of creation) as an indestructible, nonphysical spirit. Wow! Grand and glorious
freedom. Like god, so to speak. I’ve been led to believe this. In my other
roles. Here on Planet Earth. As a romantic idealist, a lover, a dreamer. I
don’t have to be a ‘Christian’ to be saved. Wouldn’t matter if I were a Jew, a
Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist or an atheist. Even savages in the wilderness are
saved. Entitled to an afterlife. Makes me an optimist. A positive thinker. A true believer. You and I are both saved, Andy. We choose our
own paths. You can link up with your Jesus. In the afterlife. And I can go on
my exploration of the cosmos. And if I bump into Jesus along the way, I’ll
embrace him. As a spiritual friend. As a fellow spiritual philosopher. Not necessarily as a savior. Of course, there’s a possibility of no
afterlife. That death is death. The end. Absolute nothingness. But as long as I am an alive and conscious
being, I have the option to protest. To insist on an afterlife. By my own
creative design. That keeps me going.
Keeps me happy. Keeps me contented. --Jim
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I’m in love, Andy. With life. That’s the nicest thing about life. The ability and opportunity to fall in
love. That’s why I am here. To love and
to be loved. And to have lofty dreams. There’s no need to debate religion and
spirituality. Because everyone is
entitled to their own beliefs. It’s an individual thing. There’s no need or
desire for me to impose my way on others. We are very unique individuals. All
of us. Free to choose our own way. Everyone must find his/her own truth. Without
imposing it on others. Meanwhile, I try
to be a good listener. In an attempt to understand others. Another thing. I love to muse. About any and
everything. Maybe it’s that I find life very, very fascinating. So wonderful.
To be alive and conscious. And to be able to express myself. Freely. --Jim
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Let's keep musing, everyone. I'm for non-stop musing. Nothing wrong with musing one's way through life. --Jim
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